“Dahlia,” Temmy says carefully. “Do you think a fourteen-year-old should be wearing browns and grays all the time?”

I hold the two-piece up against myself and look in the mirror.

“Nope,” Temmy says.

“Nope,” Hadassah says.

“Nope,” my two-year-old niece, Fraidy, chimes in.

We crack up, because she’s just yum and then I pout. “What is wrong with this one? You guys said no to every other outfit I own. This one Mommy actually bought at a really cool store.” We all look at the two-piece brown outfit. The shirt is ribbed, the skirt A-line. It’s cute!

Temmy chews her lip, Hadassah looks at the ceiling. Finally, they sit down on the bed in Temmy’s guest room and look at me.

I look back at them, somehow feeling like I’m in the principal’s office and a library all at once.

“What?” I say.

Temmy hems, Hadassah haws, Fraidy giggles.

“Okay, I’m wearing this one.”

“No!” both my sisters shout.

I knew that would get their attention.

“Okay, Dahls, it’s like this,” Temmy starts. “Mommy. Our dear, delicious, amazing mother…”

“…is color blind,” Hadassah finishes.